INTERNATIONAL RUMI YEAR (II)
"Only the holder the flag fits into and wind. No flag"

I stand up and this one of me

Turns into a thousand of me.

They say I circle around you.

Nonsense, I circle around me.

When it's cold and raining,

you are more beautiful.

And the snow brings me

even closer to your lips.

The inner secret, that which was never born,

you are that freshness, and I am with you now.

I can't explain the goings,

or the comings. You enter suddenly,

and I am nowhere again,

Inside the majesty.

(trad. Coleman Barks e John Moyne)

(2007)